The Divine held out a hand for me to grab.
I looked at the limb, then back at her head. "Is this going to be more personal than I thought?" I inquired with a fair amount of concern.
"Do not fight it," she whispered. "I will guide you."
I took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh. "Fuck it," I muttered while shaking my head, then grabbed her hand.
Progress comes from leaving the comfort zone, after all.
The gauntlet in my hand twisted with the soft sound of sand on skin, opened up, and slowly engulfed my fingers, covering them like a piece of armor would. The fit was tight but comfortable, tickled my skin like hot sand during summer, and brought an unnatural sense of familiarity to my mind.
Shorvanna's arm wrapped my own while she closed into me slowly. The Goddess offered her other limb.
